Текст TQ – Street Dreams

Yeah, dedicated to the dreamers
Kind of blue
Street dreams are made of these
At home and all across seas

Street dreams are made of these
Compton California stand up
It’s like we all got the same disease
Everybody’s lookin for something
Street dreams are made of these
Street dreams are made of these
Wake up, it’s just a dream
It’s just a dream

I spent most of my childhood wildin’
Watching my neighborhood dying
Don’t understand why I want it so bad
Just to be that guy
Flashy rings, the finer things
Man he had a Caddy it was emerald green
Came through the ?
man it was so damn clean
Damn I got to get that before he leave
I know he got a crispy fresh twenty for me
Ey, my 14th birthday
Got a.357 and an NWA tape
Now I’m strong, let’s get paid
Got a little weed but I want some yay
And I remember what I heard my OG say

Street dreams are made of these
Nigs push Caddies and Cut 63’s

I’m on 120th and Central, buying a blunt
Just like I did when I was young
Some little nigga gonna ask me what set I’m from
Ooooh, little homie, I’ll whoop your ass
Ask your brother, he was in my class
I whooped his ass
And if you want some I hope you can hit fast
Before I knew it he was showin me his strap
I like your chain, let me get that
Not in my hood, you better get back
All his little homies sayin he need to chill with that
And I can oh so easy and peel him back, oooh
And I flow so real with that
Do I really even want to deal with that?
Especially when I know he’s dreamin

Street dreams are made of these
Nigs push Caddies and Cut 63’s
It’s like we all got the same disease
Everybody’s lookin for something
Street dreams are made of these
Street dreams are made of these
Wake up, it’s just a dream
It’s just a dream

Shit I must be dreamin
I done woke up with keys to a brand new Bimmer
Big house on the north side
Big enough to put condos in the backyard
Livin like a rockstar
It seemed impossible for me to make it this far
I went to sleep after riding in the homie car
I kept a tool on me, but I ain’t got it now
It’s ten g’s for his head how I’m livin now
When I’m in the hood I see everybody smile
But I can feel the face of hate when I turn around
Homie I ain’t do it to you
So don’t make me do it
The one who influenced you will kill you for it
I’m feelin good with a couple of million
I’m a Maybach member homie so is my children
Every day I put behind me fade away to a memory
If I wake up right now, pray that God can hear me, Atwill

Street dreams are made of these
Nigs push Caddies and Cut 63’s
It’s like we all got the same disease
Everybody’s lookin’ for something
Street dreams are made of these
Street dreams are made of these
Wake up, it’s just a dream
It’s just a dream